Tags

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Talent wasted is

a lack of words

that used to flow like water

from a height,

crashing on

brothers below.

Join us in our disruption,

changing through

anew

flying free with great consumption

bid al oldness sweet adeiu.

Aloud

the roar at lost things

though in sacrifice is born

new perspective, Eyes

Anew, anew, anew.

Really, nothing is wasted,

if it had no chance

if it was never meant to be

if.

Gasping from a new kaleidoscope

Our oldness,

then,

Was new.

Roaring rebirth,

Change and Violence,

Peace brings transience

torn together in you.

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